there's a woman i see at a bar that's near me
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that catches my eye repeatedly
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and so it's ? that i wait until four
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when the bar turns its lights out and closes the door
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and then i may follow her cautiously home
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where she would go walking or stumbling alone
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and i can't help but want to see her at her window
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and to want to approach her and stand just alone
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and i needed so much to have nothing to touch
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and i wanted so dear to have nothing so near
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and to render the city unbounded and pretty
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so to slip in and out of her and then to slip off
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goodbye to the city, goodbye to the girl
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her room is left standing, her room is my world
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and it it she slips into bed without thinking
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and i follow closely for i have been drinking
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and slip in beside her and she doesn't stir so
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i settle up closer and warmer to her
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and so the night passes and so the sun comes
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as we sleep and we wander on what we have done
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and i needed so much to have nothing to touch
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and i wanted so dear to have nothing so near
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and to render the city unbounded and pretty
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so to slip in and out of her and then to slip off
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A Whorehouse Is Any House
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| Will Oldham |
